Page 30 of Enchanting the Alpha

Xabir chuckled against her, the vibrating adding to the erotic sensations she was feeling.

For once, the hardheaded man actually heeded one of her commands. His tongue worked her over in the most decadent way. When he slid one finger, then a second, into her aching core, she was done for. All of the sensations at once were nearly too much.

“Oh,” she gasped, the intensity of the orgasm building inside surprising her. She’d never felt this much pleasure so quickly. Usually, she had to coax herself enough to relax before she could enjoy being licked and suckled to release.

But Xabir already had her racing to the finish line.

One of his fingers was tracing her entrance as he continued to rub at her clit.

“Xabir,” she cried out again and again as he worked her over.

Her orgasm raked over her body, pulling every inch of pleasure out of her. He didn’t stop once the crest had passed. He kept licking, lapping up all of her juices.

“You taste too good to waste.”

Whoa.

No one hadeversaid something so dirty to her before, but she liked it. A lot.

Feeling emboldened, she swatted his hand away and took his erection into her own hand. She ran the shaft up and down her slit, teasing him. It felt so good. Like she was rubbing hard silk against her center.

“Fuck, Romi,” he growled, taking her face between his large hands. “Tell me I can do this. Tell me I can slide in. I want to feel you.”

She nodded, and before she could focus on any one thing, Xabir was lifting her clear off the floor, his hands on her ass, her back against the wall. He eased her down. Romi immediately began to move against him. There was no reason why this position should work, but Xabir was just that strong.

He had her.

He was holding her as he slid in and out of her, his eyes glued to her own as he relished every movement. It was written in the way his brow was creased in concentration, in his growls, in the way he nibbled her neck, sucked on her aching nipples.

It was wild but had an edge of sweetness that Romi hadn’t been expecting. But it felt incredible. It sparked all of her nerve endings until she only wanted to be doing this with Xabir, forever. Just to stay connected with him in the passionate embrace until the end of time.

Romi moaned his name and looked for his mouth, needing to be fused together. His tongue in her mouth was all she needed to feel her second orgasm building deep inside her. She gasped into his mouth, surprised by the speed with which Xabir could command her pleasure.

She purred his name again in a plea. She wanted to come, but she wanted to see him lose himself inside her. This big, tall wall of male shifter. The crest of her release broke her focus and she became a panting mess, riding out the wave of her pleasure. Xabir continued pounding her, his breath ragged and sweat beading on his beautiful brow. His jaw tightened and he speared her deeply, grunting her name.

Watching him as she felt him pour himself into her was fascinating, and Romi could have sworn it caused orgasmic aftershocks, making her shiver against him.

Xabir didn’t move for a few moments, letting his breathing soften. Still holding her in his arms, he walked them to the bed and gently laid her down.

THIRTY-ONE

Near closing time at the café, the warm glow of enchanted lanterns cast dancing shadows across the scattered papers covering Romi’s table. A few patrons had stopped by for late coffee, but they no longer needed anything from the kitchen.

In their own booth, Xabir sat close enough to Romi that their thighs pressed together, one arm draped casually around her waist as they studied the holographic display of the café’s layout for game night. Her familiar scent of vanilla and coffee wrapped around him, making his alpha instincts purr with contentment.

Romi leaned into his embrace as she pointed to a corner of the paper, her coffee cup tattoo shimmering. “What about setting up magical puzzle stations here? We could have teams of witches and shifters work together to solve them.”

“Good idea.” Xabir pressed a kiss to her temple, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip as he marked the spot with his free hand. The casual intimacy between them felt as natural as breathing. “We should include physical challenges too. Give the shifters a chance to showcase their strengths.”

“Like what?” Romi turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with familiar mischief as she settled more comfortably againsthis chest. “Seeing who can catch the most enchanted mice? Because I have to warn you, Whiskers might have an unfair advantage there.”

Her familiar, currently perched on a nearby shelf, puffed an indignant smoke ring that somehow managed to look exactly like Xabir’s raised eyebrow.

Xabir laughed, the sound coming easily now that Romi was a constant in his life. He nipped playfully at her ear, enjoying her small shiver. “I was thinking more along the lines of agility courses or tracking challenges.” His voice dropped to that low rumble she loved. “Though I wouldn’t mind chasing you around the café again. It worked out pretty well last time.”

Heat bloomed across Romi’s cheeks even as she smiled, both of them remembering exactly how their last “chase” had ended – with significantly fewer clothes and significantly more passion. “Careful, Alpha. We’re supposed to be planning family-friendly activities.”

“Mm.” He brushed his lips against the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Later then.”

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